This is a song about "Late 1800 medical practices"

Im sick for medical the ill mind is approved for me

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Fuck them bitches, ain't trying to get laid

Let em marinate, you forever late

Give me dome, then let me skate

Do it now, lets not be late

Take a shot at the excorcist then x em out with these words

And use it all to get high on the medical herbs

Off the medical blunts long as a krakkens tentacle

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

And the games appeal to the struggling youth with no father

Bitch call a fucking doctor, bring a medical chopper,

Hold up, wait, these nikes don't got no date

Do not delay the time is late,

The height of my high is equal to the ground from the eyes of an eagle

Medieval medical upheaval resorting to severing im lethal,